User blog comment:Biggren/Silvir Shadows/@comment-7207319-20150205200008/@comment-3135907-20150215221551

Brother Rufen was thinking similar things as he stared at the ground, finding himself wondering whether he would hit the ground or hit one of the lower branches on his way down if the vines and sinew holding the net broke...either way, death would be painful unless his head hit first. He hoped his head would hit first in the case of falling.

The rat grinned, revealing his rodent incisors and also a pair of pointy canines- whether the crusty brownish-red on them was plant dye or blood or both was uncertain. He cackled inanely. "Hoi! Let us go! Ahahaha! An' wot's dis, eh?" The rat held up an ornate rapier. "Familiar eh eh? That's because it is. Yours? Not anymore. Now I swears on my rapier blade that I'll make yer hurt iffen yer addresses Mulker Tweng like dat agin, ya filthy lump o' offal!"